2008-09-13

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2008-09-13 11:21 am
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The Perfect Analogy

Yesterday somehow Rob & I ended up talking about tobacco & alcohol. I mentioned that tobacco is a Jaguar-spirit, & I said that I didn't know exactly what alcohol was, I just know it's a God. It does for me what no other drug has ever done, when I'm not drinking I am nothing - forsaken and empty inside, and I want to drink all the time - very much like Rob and his smoking.

Rob came up with a perfect analogy. He said alcohol is a crocodile. It grabs you, bounces you off the river bed a few times for good measure, spins you around & drowns you.

It was perfect. Alcohol is a Crocodile.
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2008-09-13 07:15 pm
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That Time Again

Right now, I hate this time of year. Past keeps colliding with present and future. The lighting, the way the coming darkness looks through the kitchen window as I'm washing dishes, the fluorescent light overhead... It's still hot outside, but when the night comes down I get cold. I just feel dark and lonely inside, unmoored from time and perspective.